When nightmares become reality, events unfold leaving us horrified. We can remember every detail such as what one is wearing, the scream let out or even just what goes through our minds. Other times, we block everything out and remember nothing at all.
All the moments leading up to it are questioned.
All across our country, flags are flying at half mast for children and teachers who were gunned down.
How are all of those words even in the same sentence?
Hearts are breaking everywhere. The faces of the faculty and students who have survived come to mind as they are left to process what happened at their school.
You know school…where kids go to be the future.
Except when there is no future.
Some are not going home to their parents ever again.
Forgive me. I am angry. I am like you or possibly I am not like you.
Where do you stand in all of this? Do I even really want to know? I am actually afraid to even put this out there.
There is so much shouting all over the place.
Mental illness, Second amendment, Warning signs, differences in guns, marches, politics.
It feels like no one is listening.
Who is going to be the change that makes a difference? The change that matters?
The change that lets teachers stop thinking about the million ways we would hide kids or protect them in a code red lock down.
The change that provides parents the resources they need to get their kids help when they are mentally unstable.
The change that give the schools and other establishments a safe environment.
A few years ago, I was around someone who explained that the reason why teachers have all of this new accountability is because they are not doing their job. I was offended. I work my heart out for my students like so many teachers I work with. Then, I realized not all teachers do. Sometimes we have to give in and do things for the greater good.
I know not all people who own guns are bad or are going to go out and kill.
Yes. People kill people. Not guns. But laws can be tightened up and we can make changes that could possibly have a much needed impact to protect so many. Why are people so against it? Why do certain people not see the greater good?
Why are so many not even willing to try?
From the latest tragedy, many of the surviving students are speaking out against this happening again. Brave, courageous, and powerful; they are using their words to voice changes that must happen.
This could be the start of much needed changes. Rather than just say no, listen.
No one should have to remember what they wore on the day their friend, child, teacher, parent, coach, or sibling died at school due to something that could have possibly been prevented.
Writing is my therapy and sometimes my way of just getting my feelings and thoughts out there.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am outraged that this tragedy happened. My thoughts and prayers go out to so many. I have left messages for lawmakers and am hoping to have my voice heard in other ways.